Words of my own Feather

Freedom - August 21, 2011

﻿﻿﻿There! The sun is up! Oh my, what a wonderful world it is when the sun touches it anew in the morning. Sun-rays reflecting off the dew drops that are hanging from the grass and the leaves, sparkling like tiny little gem stones. Everything looks so alive, fresh, beautiful. Flowering plants start lifting up their flower buds toward that emanating source of warmth and light. Their stems stretch upward. The buds open up to the warm sunlight and start to bloom, showing off their beauty with every white and colorful petal unfolding... Their scent escapes, attracting amazingly beautiful looking, colorful butterflies...

A soft wind blows. The grass and the flowers are gently moved by the wind without resisting its kind push.Butterflies go with the wind, stopping to drink from the nectar here and there...﻿﻿﻿

A new day has come... the song of the birds nearby resounds: "Freedom is here!"

This space between - September 24, 2011

Everything looks surreal from here The world as I see, hear and feel it It's not the way it was intended to be The promised place is not yet fully visible Yet I know that I know it is real In the meantime I'm in ... this space between

My heart can't wait to fully see My soul at times feels stuck in the middle My spirit is united with Him who is in the promised place But I'm still in ... this space between

Yet, there is peace here and love His love and Lovely people To continue bringing hope to ... this space between

And there is this unspeakable joy Of many previewsof the glorious future united with Him When we leave ... this space between

It feels like an odd state Being Here in ... this space between

It's a temporary state One day we will join our King There where He prepared a place for us And we can finally feel at rest No longer in ... a space between

But in the place We were made for Fully together, reunited with our God and King Whole, complete and full ... with Him

Lost, but not lost - September 30, 2011

Feeling free As I was meant to be Why did that moment fleet as I stumbled over my own two feet

But I am not tied down any longer! Then, am I afraid to fly?

How do I know when I am ready to take off when I can fly and where to? And then where do I land and when? Where am I truly safe?

I listen as always - as I should - for the voice of my Guide As I feel lost - but I am not -He will speak to me, He will lead me to where my soul belongs Where beauty is and true love